Muddy Greatness - Part 9

"Who do you suppose yourself to be talking to?" Jorah continued.

"Do you know nothing of the deeds of Lord Patrick?" Yorick said. "There's not another Captain in the Kingdom that can match him, and you, covered in filth, claim to be able to?"

The boy looked at them all, apparently unphased by their aggression. "Match him?" He said, shaking his head, letting his spittle run down his chin, the very image of a dullard. "No. I'm stronger."

"Bold words," Oliver said. He wondered if he was the only one there that didn't feel himself angered by the youth any longer. "Perhaps you'll make us recognize their truth one day. As things stand, though, you will forgive us for not being able to take you seriously."

"I doesn't feel any strength at all coming from him," Firyr put in. "He's just loud. All bark and no bite."

"Coming from you…" Kaya said.

"What's that meant to mean!?"